Heartbeat ( A Harry Styles Fan fiction)

Chapter Three - Believe Me

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Harry's P.o.v.

I flicked the faucet handle and splashed water on my face. Blowing water away from my mouth and nose I looked up to stare at my reflection in the mirror.

My afternoon had been an all out nightmare.

After the incident, I couldn’t stand the thought of drinking my coffee and so I’d made my way to the nearest trashcan inside the hotel, and just before I could toss it in the bin, a frantic man in a rush to work plowed into me causing it to cascade down my clothes. Then, after waiting for an elevator for 20 minutes in the lobby, I discovered my room key had gone amiss and Niall was not in our room. After traveling back down to the lobby and finally returning back to my room, the power went out in the hotel due to “too many appliances being used at one time” and we were without power for 3 hours. And THEN I had a “Liam Experience” with some fans who’d somehow discovered the room number and telephone number. They called at least 37 times. The slight ring of the hotel phone still rang in my ears an hour later.

And all the while I couldn’t get her out of my head. The girl from this morning. I had to be going mad. Her story was crazy. She was crazy. She went through all that to locate me and the lads. It was insanity.

And yet everywhere I turned the rest of the afternoon I could swear I caught glimpses of her wavy hair and her blue coat swam in the sea of people I passed on the street on the way to the arena.

Now, I was in my dressing room, splashing my face with cold water trying to make sense of the whole afternoon. This concert would hopefully take my mind off of things and I was looking forward to it.

“Hey man,” Nialls voice traveled through the door. “We’re on in five.”

“Alright, coming,” I said.

I threw on the white long sleeved shirt I’d grabbed from my stylist, and swung open the door to find Niall still standing in my doorway. He was holding a piece of paper with writing scrawled across it. Girly handwriting.

“You wanna tell us something, buddy?” Niall cracked a smile.

I took the paper from him and read: ‘Hope you know you can’t get rid of me that quickly…-S.’

“Where was this?” I asked him trying to hide my slight sense of panic.

Niall jerked his head back towards wardrobe. “You missed it on your way in. Was by your clothes.” He was still smiling. “You find yourself a girl Harry and forget to tell us?”

“Not exactly…” I murmured. I bawled the paper up in an attempt to crumble up the thoughts of Serena and keep focused on the concert. 

“Fan troubles again?” Niall was quick to turn serious. Like I said we’ve all had our…unique experiences.

“Yeah,” I said deciding it was best not to regale him of this mornings encounter. “Everyone else ready to go?”

“We were waitin’ on you,” he said as we made out way towards the stage.

Believe it or not, but the cheering at a concert is one of my favorite things when we perform. The crowds reaction to when we walk out and begin singing is like nothing I’ve ever experienced and the rush that flows through you is unreal. This night was no exception. The crowd was crazy from the start, and we had a great time joking with the crowd and interacting. Niall always loves to talk so he took over most of the transitions from song to song, but everyone had their fair share to shout to the fans.